Chapter Fifty-Eight: A Reminder

Wyatt

Alyssa fights with the lock on her apartment door. My little show-off has gotten her all revved up. I had to stop, or I would have fucked her right there against my car. But Big Brother is always watching. The last thing either of us needed was to be caught in public, fucking. It would have ruined me. I still enjoy taking risks when it comes to sex, but there are certain places where it’s not appropriate.

She finally unlocks and opens the door, letting us go inside. I press her against it, positioning myself in front of her, my hand resting next to her head.

“Tell me, were other men looking at you tonight?” I hiss, trapping her body between mine and the door.

“I wouldn’t know, sir. I wasn’t paying attention to other men.”

I move my hand to her throat. “Are you telling me the truth, Litten?”

She gasps, lust filling her eyes. “Yes, I promise, sir. If other men were looking at me, I didn’t notice.”

“Right answer, sweetness, but I know for sure they were. They would be idiots not to.”

I use my knee to pry her legs apart and run my free hand up her inner thigh.

She gasps and arches against the wall. “I only have eyes for you,” she breathes out.

I grope her pussy in my hand. “And don’t you forget it.”

She cries out, and I silence her with my lips. Even if she glanced at another man or attempted to be with him, it wouldn’t succeed, as her thoughts would be consumed by me.

“I won’t, sir.”

I briefly claim her lips in a passionate kiss, then move closer to her car, asking, “Do you know what I crave?”

“No, but I am sure you will tell me.”

I trace my lips over her neck. “I want a taste of your sweet pussy.”

“You can have whatever you want.”

I swiftly fall to my knees in front of her, not wanting to waste another moment. I hike her dress up by her hips and yank her panties down to her ankles. I glance up at her, smirking, and slip my hand between her thighs. I brush my fingers over her folds. The heat radiates against them, and her wetness coats the tips. Fuck, I love how wet she gets for me.

Alyssa moans loudly and arches from the wall. “Please, Wyatt, I need your tongue on my pussy.” She begs.

“I love it when you beg for me.”

She knows that, and it is why she does. It helps her get what she wants. I spread her legs further and kiss her inner thighs. She shudders under my lips. I lift one of her legs and bring it over my shoulder. I groan as her scent tickles my nose. She always smells damn good.

My tongue glides across her folds, reaching her clit and circling it. Her fingers intertwine with my hair as she cries out. I hold onto her tightly and put my tongue to work. I briefly taste her with my tongue, then remove it. My focus is on her clit area as I vigorously insert two fingers deep inside her. She squeals and rocks her hips to meet my fingers.

“Yes, this is what I have been needing all night,” she pants, her head falling back.

“Fuck, yes.”

I softly suck on her clit and then lightly graze my teeth on the sensitive area. It is something she likes. It doesn’t take long for her to tighten around my fingers. She is close already, but I’m not surprised. I always bring her to the edge quickly. I maintain the same rhythm and pace as before.

I groan at her taste. Her taste is always incredibly sweet.

“I am close, baby. Fuck, so close,” she whimpers.

I switch my fingers and my tongue, continuing. Her climax engulfs her, and she moans my name as her juices flow. I growl, drinking her up, not wanting to miss a drop. She is addictive, all of her. Once she comes to her end, I put her foot back on the ground and stand, smirking. She is resting against the wall, her chest heaving, her face flushed, her eyes closed, and her legs shaky.

I claim her lips in mine. She doesn’t mind tasting herself. She moans instantly, and her arms come around my neck. I lift her completely off the ground by hooking my hands under her legs. She wraps herself around me, and I carry her to the bedroom. I need to bury my cock deep inside of her now.

Alyssa is sound asleep next to me. I exhausted her. I couldn’t sleep, but I am not surprised. It is always worse when the place I am staying isn’t mine. I didn’t want to move, though. She had fallen asleep snuggled in with her head on my chest. I didn’t want to disturb her.

I smile down at her and caress her cheek. The sex tonight has been rather ordinary compared to what we’ve been doing lately. It’s okay, though. It was still incredible, and sometimes that’s enough.

She begins to snore. I chuckle because it is cute. I don’t think she knows she does it. I brush the hair from her face and give her a kiss on the top of her head. “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”

I let out a sigh, longing to drift off to sleep beside her. I prefer it when she stays at my place. It makes me feel more secure, but it is only fair we stay at hers sometimes, too.

When I close my eyes and attempt to focus on positive thoughts, they quickly get replaced by negative ones from the past. I wish they would just go to hell already. It is something I may need to eventually share with Alyssa. It isn’t something I tell anyone, but I also have not spent as much time with someone as I have with her.

She may call it off when she finds out. I wouldn’t blame her. But the more I think about it, the more I remember that Alyssa isn’t like that. We will not find out until I tell her if I do. It’s important for me to see how things evolve between us. Yes, it has been great, but anything could change it. She may decide it is too much, or I might start to pull away because our connection and bond become too strong.

I groan in frustration. I need to get out of my damn head! It isn’t doing me any good. If I lie here long enough without moving, maybe my body will shut down and allow sleep to take charge.